Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday: Shimo No Koe (first frost’s voice) posted by Victoria Slotto
What memories or sensual experience can you claim when you think of a first frost? Perhaps it is the withering of the garden that you’ve tended so carefully throughout the summer, the anticipation of the work of harvesting and clearing out the yard in preparation for winter, the scent of earthy loam and moldering leaves, the brilliant colors that trees are boasting, the crisp cool air that fills your lungs on your early morning walk or the persistence of that sheltered rose bush that continues to delight you with her blooms.
Amidst the jumble of October ‘s flaming leaves, I looked up at a lush
waterfall. Gushing, and folding over like white tiered curtains,
the torrent fell upon black rocks at the base. My gaze fell on those
rocks for a moment. I noticed a pebbling effect as tiny pieces of ice
began to gather. Soon the falls would be a resplendent frozen statue,
no less beautiful than on this October day.
pops of orange glow
in embers of fireplace